Source: Matt KahnTo round out today’s day of poetry, I’m sharing one I wrote years’ ago as my open letter to the spiritual ego. Both the one I faced in myself and in others. Its incredible how relevant it is in today’s current landscape. May we all learn to lead with love. Connecting instead of correcting. Please enjoy:
Oh Sweet Soul Oh sweet soul, who’s learned so muchYour triggers ignited through the words you clutchRehearsals are done, your performance is setTo overemphasize what you’re meant to forgetHow much you’ve survived, you’ve come so farBut correcting others is not who you areYou’re desperate to feed a world with no bowlPlease open your eyes – oh sweet soul Oh sweet soul, who can’t see pastEach aha moment that cannot lastYou’re not in charge of what needs to be knownBut here to inspire throughout actions shownInsight was gathered, you’ve become well-equippedTo notice new patterns, while control still grippedYou’ll encounter so many throughout fate’s playAnd fight for the chance to have your sayIs projecting your ideas a part of the goal?Please think again – oh sweet soul Oh sweet soul, why do you suggestYour concepts to those who act as your testYou’ve looked within and found the DivineClarity kindled, but you’re calling it “Mine”And now you debate to correct who you seeNot seeing your shadow – a spiritual “me”It’s not liberation till you’re free of the thoughtThat forces you to speak just to see where you’re caughtYou say ‘all is one’ like a truth no one knewAnd if there’s only one – who are you speaking to?Intentions are so pure, while blinded by a roleCorrecting all your critics – oh sweet soul Oh sweet soul, it’s time to open upAnd bring forth the love that overflows your cupThere’s much to consider and many to embraceBut no one to correct – no matter who you faceI welcome every judgment, regardless how unclearTo see the one I’m facing and know that God is hereSilence makes one humble and humble helps you seeSince there’s only one, we’re free to disagreeI welcome each projection, as if you know my pathYou need it more than I do to validate your wrathYou’re free to misperceive me and have the final wordI thank you for the practice to let your voice be heardWhy hide from your freedom, just let it takes its tollAnd break apart your certainty – oh sweet soul Oh sweet soul, may you come to realizeYou need not affirm what another one deniesIn a world of so much wisdom, there’s no end to what is trueYou’re free to do your dance and watch what captures youRepeating every concept, as if it meant a thingPerformance never-ending for those who pull your stringAnd even as I say this, you’ll turn it back on meAs if the truth is hidden and only you can seeI love the light within you, thank God it can’t preventA chance to love you deeper despite the package sentPoint out every fragment and misperceive the wholeYour innocence respected – oh sweet soul Matt Kahn
“We locked up our wisdom into our bones
And swallowed the keys
They sank in our rivers of blood
And we forgot the maps
Because we had to forget the mysteries
To keep them safe.
We wove our hair into brooms
And swept over our paths
And then burned the earth with our rage
We didn’t teach our children
It was the only way to protect them,
But in them we planted seeds, seeds and keys
And told them stories and riddles and songs
With no roots, just tangled threads
That would take years to unwind
Just enough time
For the rains to fall again
and put out the fires
For the dams to break
For the rivers to flood
For the paths
to be walked again
For the soil to breathe
And as the old bones crumble
Deep beneath the rubble
We find we’ve always had the keys
Our stories and our maps
Our paths are revealed to some
And the seeds grow again
The threads are unspun
And woven again”
~ Amara Bronwyn Hollow Bones
Shaman Spider Woman by Susan Seddon Boulet
I am receiving profound visions of what is happening now, and in this so deeply touched, that all this information needs to just sink, and gain inner sight, before I can share this with you.All I can say is that what is now happening goes beyond anything we, as human beings, ever experienced.For the Omni Verse is a spiral, and there are many tiers to this spiral. Once descends down the spiral in order to incarnate on planet earth. Then one needs go up the spiral, to reenter the True Omniversal State again. Each tier of the spiral has a different level of dimensional frequency. When one hits the next tier, there needs to be a trememdous burst of energy in order break through to the next tier. Indeed, then powerful portals or gates open and thus all is transformed and transfigured, which was in the lower dimensional state, and thus assumes a much higher vibrational frequency existence and form.This is what is now happening.Yet, what is more – I reported that the Shofar had sounded, that the Trumpets then sounded, now something completely new is in the offing which is so profound, that I have no words for it. All I can say, is the indeed, the greatest of prophesies of all time will be fulfilled and are being fulfilled.I have tears in awe and wonder as I write this.More I cannot say – for words fail me.I have been lifted into the highest realms to be shown this vision, and it from there that human words just are not sufficient. For all is energy and energetic.You will feel this intensely when you read this.Allow yourself to be lifted beyond all you have ever known before, into the totally new and, as yet unknown.
Photo Credit: Daniel B. Holeman
I am the daughter of a daughter.
Who is the daughterof a daughter.
Who is also the daughterof a daughter.
Some of us are mothersbut all of us are daughters,all
birthed through linesthat weave back tothat First
All connected fromthe very beginning.All connected in
Grandmothers,Great Great Grandmothers.All daughters
born fromOne. Original. Egg.fromOne. Original. Woman.
So why the separation?Why the animosity toward each
other?Why the arguing and fighting,back-stabbing and
lack of support?
The next time you see another woman,look in her eyes
and see theAncestral Lines – the lines of women –that
lead back to you.
Where are we going Mother?And how will we get there
Sister?By staying connected Daughterand allowing for
For we are each one,after all,all Daughtersof Daughters
Of Daughtersof ourOne Mother.
_________________________________The Daughter Line, Arlene Bailey ©2020
Four Generations by Giuseppe Torre